Slime Immortal.

Chapter 128 Wants to Eat a Cannon

Far to the northeast of the mining area, in a swamp fortress, the second trial of the "Goblin Ripper" is underway.

Chen Yu's main body stood in the center of the temporarily cleared area, his body rising and falling slightly as he held the new array diagram and gestured to the ground, appearing extremely focused.

Meanwhile, standing guard like a rock, was Arthur, who had just returned from the treant territory. His eyes flickered with soul fire as he silently watched everything.

Even at night, the territory was bustling with activity, and soon many people gathered to join in the fun.

"Yo ho, I hope I haven't missed this grand test."

Count Bran flapped his wings and landed habitually on Arthur's cold, hard shoulder armor, seemingly having long forgotten his vow to "never pay him any attention."

At the entrance to the tree hall, Mother Slime led a group of little slimes to peek out from their round bodies. They huddled together, curiously peering around.

Little Flower was the most interested because it had seen this constellation in the night sky before.

Peggy, Beetroot... almost everyone was there, except for the unlucky Arno who missed this grand experiment.

Chen Yu handed the reconstructed Ten-Star Silver Seat magic array blueprints to Arthur, and then began to set it up.

Unlike the previous Big Dipper array base, the new array is larger in scale, with ten gray gravel crystals as the array base precisely buried according to the star map of the Deir eleven stars.

The winding talismans on the ground became more complex, with several additional talismans connecting various locations.

Arthur helped by inserting the gray gravel crystals into their designated positions according to the diagram, and carefully attaching the talisman to the end of the mud line. The whole process was meticulous, as if performing a sacred ritual.

After burying the array pivot jade talisman in the designated position, Arthur carried His Majesty away from the array.

"coming."

Chen Yu infused his spiritual energy, activating the crystal catalyst in his hand.

Om-!
The ten gray gravel crystals were instantly illuminated, no longer as chaotic as before, but stably and brilliantly strung together according to the trajectory of the "Ten Stars of Dzerlov," forming a mysterious and majestic star map.

The immense energy surged and flowed along the talisman, emitting a deep and powerful roar, and finally transformed into a surging silver torrent, precisely pouring into the array's core jade talisman.

The jade talisman suddenly burst forth with an intense, blinding silver light, as if it had pulled down a small patch of starry sky.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a solid, silver beam of light suddenly burst forth from the jade talisman.

boom! !

A loud explosion rang out.

The ground visibly shook.

Smoke, dust, and bits of grass rose and fell, revealing that the pile of pottery jars and wooden stakes used as targets had been shattered, leaving a deep pit the size of a washbasin, with the soil at the bottom scorched and smoking.

It worked!
Chen Yu happily flicked his hand in Arthur's palm.

Count Bran's eyes lit up as well.

"This thing is awesome, even more powerful than a furious goblin wielding a spiked club. One shot would blow up a whole bunch of goblins."

"If we could lay a row of them on the fortress wall, when the demonic tide comes, those inferior demons and goblins huddled together would die as many as they came."

That's right.

The most terrifying thing about the Goblin Ripper-I is not its power, but its ability to be replicated.

Imagine how spectacular it would be if such arrays of artillery emplacements were spread all around a fortress.

However, building the Goblin Ripper requires Gray Shards, and we don't have nearly enough Gray Shards right now.

Chen Yu then set his sights on the goblin legion's ore.

……

Obsidian mining area.

The scarred man known as Kane rested against the cold rock wall. Even after being imprisoned in this ghostly mine for many years, he still retained the alertness honed by his past mercenary life. He slept very lightly, like a lurking cheetah.

"Kane, wake up."

A very low voice came from outside the shack.

Kane's eyes snapped open, he vanished into the shadows, gripped the noisy shackles with one hand, and silently emerged.

He saw the anvil crouching nervously against the wooden wall of the shack, like a bloated groundhog.

"anvil?"

Kane's voice was low and hoarse, filled with doubt, "What's going on so late?"

Anvil looked around warily, then stuffed a burlap sack still radiating faint warmth into Kane's hand, and handed him a leather water bag.

"Listen, there's food in here, and the water bags are filled with clean water, enough to fill your stomachs. Be quiet and don't make any noise."

Kane took the warm rag, smelled the faint fragrance emanating from it, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

He looked up abruptly, staring at the anvil, his voice even lower.

"Where did you get this?!"

This is so unusual; it's like gold has appeared out of thin air in the obsidian mine.

"Distribute them first, and I'll explain in detail when I get back."

Kane took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging shock and countless questions.

He gave the anvil a deep look, nodded, and quickly retreated back to the shack. Then he woke up his sleeping companions one by one, signaling them to keep quiet with his eyes and gestures.

When the package was opened and the aroma of food filled the air, everyone who had woken up in the shack widened their eyes instantly, gasps of surprise rose and fell, and saliva was produced uncontrollably.

"This is...food?!"

"Boss, this...where did you get this from...?"

"Shh! This is Morgul's blessing. Don't tell anyone. Be careful and don't make a sound."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent, their faces showing a look of realization. They silently prayed and thanked Morgul in their hearts, and then carefully began to share this hard-won gift.

After everyone had barely filled their stomachs and regained some vitality, Kane quietly slipped back into the small shack of the anvil.

"Anvil, now you can tell me what happened."

The anvil gestured for him to look at little John, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, and then handed him a portion of reserved food and water.

"The little one has eaten and fallen asleep. Don't worry, you keep eating and listen to me."

Once Kane began to eat in silence, Anvil leaned closer and whispered, "Remember the 'divine grace' I mentioned yesterday?"

"Was it spread intentionally?" Kane asked calmly, as if he had expected it all along.

"Which faction?" "A faction from the Eastern Swamp, hostile to the Goblin Legion..."

Iron Anvil carefully chose his words, ultimately refraining from uttering the phrase "Slime Kingdom," not out of concealment, but simply because he feared Kane wouldn't believe him.

"They are supporting us in secret. The demonic tide three days from now will be our opportunity."

“Kane, I hope you can take little John and leave this hellhole while things are in chaos. You still have the ability to stealth, so you'll have a chance.”

"how about you?"

Kane asked instinctively, but as soon as he finished speaking, he knew the answer and fell silent, only chewing the food in his mouth more vigorously.

Anvil shook his head. "Someone has to stay, Kane."

“Rebellion is not child’s play; it comes at a price. It requires someone to draw attention, it requires… sacrifice. You are young, and little John is even younger. You should live on.”

A long silence fell over the shack, broken only by the heavy breathing of the two people.

Finally, Kane swallowed the last bite of food, looked up, and asked a very practical question.

"Could that mysterious force... also deliver food to believers in other camps?"

“Sure,” Iron Anvil nodded firmly, “but you need to contact them in advance and tell them how to receive the signal.”

"I understand."

Kane stood up, without saying another sentimental word, and simply patted Anvil's shoulder forcefully. "Anyway... thank them for me."

After saying that, he left, carrying a heavy heart.

……

As time passed, the night gradually faded.

The sunlight refracted through the giant crystals that ran through the ground and underground, bringing a pale light to the gloomy obsidian mine.

Kane led his men, following the numb group, to the mine.

Compared to the other lifeless slaves whose eyes were filled with despair, this group of people, though equally ragged, seemed to be in much better spirits.

Sure enough, having a full meal makes all the difference; even the thought of facing arduous and heavy work lessens my complaints.

The anvil remained in the camp, pretending to be seriously injured and cared for by Little John, which did not attract much attention from the other slaves.

Kane returned to the mine layer from yesterday, picked up his iron pickaxe, and mechanically hacked at the hard mine wall like the other slaves.

But as soon as the patrolling goblin overseer turns his back, he quickly and discreetly communicates with several other seemingly ordinary slaves in the distant mine tunnels using extremely subtle hand gestures.

This vast mine enslaves nearly five hundred people, including corrupt believers captured from various hidden corners of the Rotten Mountains, scattered across different camps, totaling about forty-two.

Kane spent years secretly gathering this power, like weaving an invisible net, waiting for a slim chance.

And now this opportunity has finally arrived.

After he carefully relayed the message about "food" and "trials," even from a great distance and in dim light, he could feel the flames of shock and ecstasy that instantly ignited in the eyes of the believers who received the message.

Doubts remain, but they will be completely dispelled when night falls and the real food appears in their hands in a magical way.

Having accomplished all this, Kane secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Snapped!"

A vicious whip suddenly lashed across his back, the searing pain causing him to stumble and nearly fall.

Kane's heart sank.

Has he been discovered?!

While he was still lost in thought, he heard the goblin overseer's harsh curses.

"Fools! Didn't you see Lord Hammerbone coming? Kneel down, all of you, and lower your heads!"

"Yes Yes……"

Kane feigned a weak and submissive expression and quickly knelt down on the scaffolding along with the other slaves.

He cautiously raised his eyelids, his gaze falling downwards, a thick gloom settling over his heart.

what happened?

Why would Hammerbone suddenly come to this bottom mine?

His inner alarm bells were ringing, fearing that the plan might encounter unexpected complications.

Just then, he heard the voice of a goblin shaman coming from below.

"Lord Hammerbone, you're finally back."

"After Dogtooth rode away on that wild boar, he never came back. He must have been killed by the forces of the Eastern Swamp."

"Lord Hammerbone, this is blatant provocation against us goblins! You can't ignore this!"

Hammer Bone fanned himself in annoyance, shooing away the approaching mosquitoes. "Useless. Can't even handle this little thing."

How many days until the Demon Tide arrives?

"Three days. Three days from now, the message will come from those humans, there's no doubt about it."

Hammerbone shouldered his mace and left. "Very well, you'll come with me in three days to smash these annoying guys so they won't be hanging around in front of me every day."

"Excellent! With your help, the end is near for those undead!" The goblin shaman flattered, disappearing into the depths of the fortress with Hammerbone.

"Eastern Swamp?"

Kane's heart sank.

Is that the force supporting them behind the scenes?

Oh no, something bad is going to happen.

After a day of hard labor, Kane received his meager "green soup" and hard bread. Upon returning to the slave camp, he immediately found the anvil and solemnly recounted the bad news.

The two chatted for a while, and after Kane left with an uneasy expression, the nanny brothers jumped out from the shadows behind the anvil.

"My lord, is something bad about to happen?"

"Hammerbone, that goblin bear is quite terrifying. He once wiped out several professional player teams all by himself," Anvil said with concern.

The wet nurse brother wiggled slightly, sticking out his little belly, and calmly said, "Don't worry, the secret weapon is already installed."

Dare to mess with him?
It seems these goblins want to eat the cannon.

(End of this chapter)